Werewolf Silver Novels & Stories

Just as I'd thought, they were still here. They were gaunt, twisted by madness, their wolves feral and unclaimed by any pack. I didn't waste time and ready myself. I shifted mid-leap, the familiar crack and pull of my bones melting into fur and muscle, my silver wolf came out. My sharp claws tore through the air, my wolf's snarl ripping through the night. They heard me. But it was too late for them. The fight was short, I make it fast enough. Brutal, to kill them in just one blow. One down with a crushed throat as he did not even know what happened.

I ducked and evaded Selena's attack, stabbing her from underneath her belly with the claw that was broken off from Elva's hand. Selena screamed out in pain and fell to the floor immediately. The silver wolves were a special specie of wolves who were created to bring down all the egoistic clans that had turned their back on the goddess. However, with their mission over, they remained a threat to the rest of the werewolf species, including the Lycans. Their body parts were lethal to that of other werewolves. The silver which they had in them was poisonous to every specie of werewolf, even to the cave werewolves who were said to be resistant to poison.

In fact, it is the strongest werewolf in the world yet hides his true strength. Its silver fur is glowing like the sun while the long mane of hair is tied into a braid. The creature’s scarlet eyes are scanning the cave. It has advanced vision even more than regular werewolves. While an average werewolf can see up to ten mile the silver wolf can see and sense intruders up to fifty miles. Its canines are longer and sharper with two extra fangs in the front. Standing tall and proud, the silver Lycan is silent. His quiet fury is even more dangerous than the Undead who are creating havoc in the country. He is staring at a pool of frozen blood.

She looked at the warriors and said, "He fell without me needing to draw my scimitars." So, that's what it called. "How much more if I did?" She sheathed her scimitars again and instructed Kevin to shift back. Once they were all back in line, she stood in front of them with authority. "Remember, Silver rogues aren't ordinary Rogues or packs. They use silver, which is the most vital cause of werewolves' deaths. You need to be smart when battling against them." "And the next time you question my training, think twice if you can beat me first."

My wolf was viciously growling, practically clawing on the inside, begging to be allowed out. It was permeant and was made by using a silver knife. Silver is highly dangerous to werewolves, it burns through our skin and can stop us from communicating with our pack and shifting into our wolf, essentially making us human. Even for a werewolf who had not yet shifted, it would affect their skin the same. Leaving any marks permanent.

I had to struggle to suppress a laugh. The Silver Myst was an urban legend, a pure silver wolf who showed up when things looked at their worst. He first appeared near four years ago, shortly after the war began, and has, supposedly, been seen numerous times since. It was always out of the corner of someone’s eye, or seen by a friend of a friend. Chris and the others were too old to believe in fairy tales.

Damien rolled down his window at that threat. “Hello, friend,” he said smoothly, “That won’t be necessary today. We are on our way to Silver Tower, and I can make a quick call to sort this out.” Damien pulled a flat rectangular screen about the size of my hand from a concealed space next to him. “And, as I’m sure you know, silver only works on wolves from the South, not the North. It would sting and make us angry…” he trailed off.

With that thought in mind I crouch, focusing on the center of the bars and leap forward, feeling triumphant until I touched the metal that greet me and howl with pain. Silver. Of course the bars would be silver; it sadly is the Kryptonite to us werewolves. Silver is the only way to keep us locked inside the stupid cages or to harm us in any way, even kill us sadly. Many Hunters who know of the supernatural races use silver to harm us and even kill us for rewards. It is something we feared – vampires, witch, fae and werewolves alike.

I went towards the drawer, took the pouch of silver powder from it, and applied it all over my body. Vampires and werewolves both have the same weakness, and that is silver; when they touch silver, their skin burns. I am a human but putting silver on my body irritates my skin {maybe because I have werewolf blood}. Right now, I am glad that I am a human. I took the sword and looked at Beth, who was observing my actions very carefully.

his wolf proudly said. "You are a coward. You went here to fight me with that silver in your claw. You know it will make werewolves weak," I told him. "And eventually, it will kill you, Hector. Silver is a poison to werewolves," he declared. "So this is how you killed my brothers. With that silver you have. Very funny. If not because of that silver, you will be the biggest loser. You will be afraid for sure to fight me, if without that silver," I replied. I want to piss him off. I want to break his focus. That is the only thing I can think of to defeat him.